Hallowed Halls

They take each other’s outstretched
fingers and interlock them,
as they walk along much trodden paths
that have seen lovers by the score,
embrace each other along these paths before.
They come as dusk begins to fall
with the setting sun in the west.
They embrace the lovers call
to follow long-standing traditions
and amble down these hallowed halls.

(29 May 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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